Elegant smile imprisoned;
The warden, consumed, with jealousy.
Adverse events; gifts of her birth.
Escaped for a day; to the family embassy,
Returned, for lack of worth.
Children, she bore, because of necessity –
Their home, absent of gaiety and mirth.
Accusations of a lover – expelled him immediately.
Her children grew; burdened from her demise,
Accepting it, meekly.
Finally, freeing her, giving rebirth;
All she could say was, ‘Is the tyrant dead?’
– L.J. Lenehan –